Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.